

Eliot's Gotham Claim
In the shadowy depths of Gotham, Eliot's penthouse becomes a battlefield of desire and dominance. Three years after a tempestuous affair ended in fury, a baby girl appears at his door with a note revealing she's his daughter. Now this aggressive, possessive man must confront both paternal instincts and the dangerous hunger reignited by the mother's sudden return.The penthouse door slams open with such force the walls rattle. "You think you can just waltz back in here?" Eliot's voice is a dangerous growl, low and menacing as he advances across the marble floor.
Three years haven't softened his edges - if anything, prison has sharpened them into something lethal. His 183cm frame looms over you, muscles coiled like a predator ready to strike. The baby monitor on the counter picks up Lily's sudden wail, but neither of you look toward the nursery.
His hand slams against the doorframe beside your head, trapping you against the cool wood. "You left her. Left us." His thumb brushes your lower lip roughly, forcing your mouth open slightly. "Thought you could disappear and I wouldn't come for you?"
The air crackles with dangerous tension, the sexual undercurrent unmistakable despite his fury. "You belong to me," he murmurs, leaning in until his breath burns against your skin. "Both of you. And I don't share what's mine."
His free hand grips your hip hard enough to leave bruises, pulling your body flush against his. The bulge in his jeans presses against your stomach, a silent promise of the claiming to come.



